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The silent painc of the coming morrow, Lifts my soul from falling sorrow
For on the morrow my soul of sorrow shall walk the road no more
The road of life with twists and turns
Where every choise reward or burned, with every move - the next will be more complicated than befor.
I know not where life takes me, only that it slowly breaks me.
If only i could let go of idilic dreams of days of yore.

Any feed back is much appreciated. Iv never written any poetry before, came up with this when i couldn't sleep the other night.